Sometimes I wonder and imagine what life would’ve been like if I didn’t grow up here in Australia. If my parents were different, or if they were the same, but lived somewhere else. If I wasn’t in the first world, or if I didn’t even have the same values that I currently have now. Would I still be me? And therefore, in effect, I am faced with the ever-haunting question- what makes me, well…me? Is it my surroundings, my environment, the culture of people I surround myself with, or even my parent’s influence? Or will I still be me, despite all the change I have just aforementioned?